NGS FUR THE DISCONTENTED 


4 “Paeblighed by the.’ ears 
O acitiak Workers of the Wold. ee 
eae Room 213 Bush Temple, Chicago me 


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‘Haek! hack! What niiads bid you rise. - 
our ebikidren, Wives . did Rrant-sires hos» 
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Hold theie tears and bear their’ criesy % ae 
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avenenie me MOF u Wricnea the, 
rateb on; March ou, all Meats: resore 
o eae, eietory or death, } -& 


With uxairy and pride. surpopaded, 
The Hild, Soe éepots Gare: 
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emete auc vend the ligitand ait, ah 
UMete ane yeni the light and. aie. is 
: Wensts of burdoty would, they. load tap 7% 

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= ie atts! tO arise! yvecbrave! 
OPW avenging’ sword unsheath: 
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HALLELUJAH! uM A BUM. 
(Tune, “Revive Us Again.) 


O. why don’t you, work. 2 ie eat ree 
As othaér- men do?- ; 
How in hell_can I work 
When. there’s 20 work to do? 


Chorus: 
Hallelujah I’m a bum! 
Hallelujah, bum again! 
Hallelujah, give us a handout— 
To reviye us again. 


O, why don’t you save 

All the money you earn? 
If T did not eat ; 

I'd have money to burn! 
©, 1 like my boss} 

He’s a good friend of mine; 
That’s why I'm starving 

Out in the breaddine! 


I ¢an't buy a job—= 

For 1 ain't got the donzh, 
So lride n'a box ear, 

For I’m a hobot 


“Whenever I get 
All the money T-earn, a 
The boss will be broke, a 9 ' 
And 1o work he mest turn! F 


“SUNSHINE IN MY SOUL” : 

(and hunger in my stomach). — eS 

For a job I sadly igh today, ee 
Hire me, and I'll work all’ night. Tae 
Hard times—and pipet very high— Lae 
To eat we've got todight! —. fe 
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O, the job-sign, deadly. Dbseees 
"Makes the workers We ~th 
When we put the booty tia sone yr 
shark *c Dat Age 
There’]l. be Bemis (ity one souls pleas 


Labor Gr Creates Al All. Veal 


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There’ a sore place in’my bacte ‘today. 


_ Number twos’ are what I love. 
What. we'll'do, when Winter comes around, 


. God knows, who's up aboye! 


(enaes 


The Tadusiria} Workers of the World 


Are’ putting up a fight— 
Workingmen, who are-now on the bum, * 
Dake a tumble and unite! 


‘OUT IN THE BREAD-LINE, 
(Give us, this day, our daily bread.) 


Out in the bread-line, the fool and the knave, 
Ont in the bread-line, the sucker and slave. 

Coffee and doughnuts now takes all our cash. 
We're on the bam, and we’te glad:to get hash. 


Chorus: 


Ont in the bread-line. rain -oF sunshine, 

We're up against it today; ca 

Out in the bread-line, watching the job-sign, 
We're on the bum, boys, today. ak 

The employment office now ships east and 
west. 

Jobs are quite searce—they are none ofthe 
best; 

Grub, itis vecky—a discount we pay; 

We are dead. broke and well have to. eat 
hay, ‘ 


We are the hig bums): the hoboes, and 
vas’ 3 “ 

©, we look hungry, our clothes are all rags; 

While a fat grafter, isky-pilet ar fake,” 


ianshs at our troubles and gives us the 


shake, 


Oo, yes; wee suckers, theres nosdoubt of 


that! Ys, 
We live lke dogs, and the boss he gets fat; oh 


_ God help his pictura, wher. onee we get wise: 
‘He'll be the ‘bunt, ‘and we'll be the swell 


\S giyey 


oh TS Unda of You Class) 


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